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           Wouldyousuckalemon?

           (SquintinginmockshamesheglanceswithsidelongmeaningatBloom,thentwistsroundtowardshim,pullingherslipfreeofthepoker.Bluefluidagainflowsoverherflesh.Bloomstands,smilingdesirously,twirlinghisthumbs.KittyRickettslickshermiddlefingerwithherspittleand,gazinginthemirror,smoothsbotheyebrows.LipotiVirag,basilicogrammate,chutesrapidlydownthroughthechimneyflueandstrutstwostepstotheleftongawkypinkstilts.Heissausagedintoseveralovercoatsandwearsabrownmacintoshunderwhichheholdsarollofparchment.InhislefteyeflashesthemonocleofCashelBoyleO’ConnorFitzmauriceTisdallFarrell.OnhisheadisperchedanEgyptianpshent.Twoquillsprojectoverhisears.)

           VIRAG:(Heelstogether,bows.)MynameisViragLipoti,ofSzombathely.(Hecoughsthoughtfully,drily.)Promiscuousnakednessismuchinevidencehereabouts,eh?Inadvertentlyherbackviewrevealedthefactthatsheisnotwearingthoseratherintimategarmentsofwhichyouareaparticulardevotee.TheinjectionmarkonthethighIhopeyouperceived?Good.

           BLOOM:Granpapachi.But...

           VIRAG:Numbertwoontheotherhand,sheofthecherryrougeandcoiffeusewhite,whosehairowesnotalittletoourtribalelixirofgopherwood,isinwalkingcostumeandtightlystaysedbyhersit,Ishouldopine.Backboneinfront,sotosay.CorrectmebutIalwaysunderstoodthattheactsoperformedbyskittishhumanswithglimpsesoflingerieappealedtoyouinvirtueofitsexhibitionististicicity.Inaword.Hippogriff.AmIright?

           BLOOM:Sheisratherlean.